Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Franke,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.